Chapter 960 Riot


    "What''s going on?"


    "Ghost riot?!"


    Everyone changed their qualities, even the calm Demon Sect leader, his expression was extremely solemn.


    The yin energy around it was like a gathering of wind and clouds for a moment, extremely strong, and the sky was so gloomy that it could even drip out water. The astonishing chill penetrated into the bone marrow.


    The old man in black robe looked up at the sky.


    The sky is gray and filled with yin energy, and nothing is left.


    But he could have imagined that something amazing must have happened.


    The old man in black robe turned his head again and looked at the ink painting, his pupils trembled.


    Although he didn''t know what was going on, the strange movements of the ghosts in the dojo must have been attracted by this kid''s spiritual sense.


    “What the **** happened…”


    The cold wind surging, with a huge sense of oppression, gathered above the head, and then it stopped and kept hovering above.


    The old man in black robe didn''t know what happened, but he could see the ink painting.


    In his vision, countless evil spirits and ghosts were attracted by his golden magic smoke, and gathered around like a tide.


    This golden divine thought makes them long for and fear them.


    This desire made them roar and tremble.


    But this fear also made them frightened and staggered.


    It seems to be a "gift" from the gods, with supreme honor. They want to eat it, but no one really dares to eat it.


    The more evil ghosts gathered, lingering around the golden color of divine thoughts, covering the sky and the earth, forming a terrible evil hurricane.


    This dense evil spirit is crowded and trampled on each other, and even makes the space distorted.


    Cold sweat gradually oozed out of the forehead of the old man in black.


    The rest of the people were equally arrogant and did not dare to show off.


    The lamp above Mo Hua''s head was still lit, and the golden divine thoughts were still rising, becoming rich little by little.


    Finally, there was an evil spirit that could not help it.


    Its greed overwhelmed its fear and sucked the first bite, which came from the divine thought of the "demigod" of Mohua.


    The indescribable sweetness and mellowness instantly filled its whole body.


    Its body even began to change, with a trace of light golden patterns emerging.


    It roared desperately, and its hideous and ugly face showed an extremely ecstatic look.


    It wanted to take a second sip, but the next moment, it was torn apart by other wandering souls.


    It was like a fat lamb, falling into a hungry wolf pack, its evil minded body was torn to pieces by countless unjust souls and ghosts around it, and then swallowed up one by one.


    Greed tore a hole open, and the fragrance of divine thoughts floated out.


    More ghosts have tasted this sweetness that penetrates the bone marrow of the soul.


    They are completely crazy.


    More and more wandering souls began to become bolder and swallow the golden spiritual consciousness of ink paintings.


    But as long as you take a bite, they will be torn to pieces by more evil spirits and swallowed completely.


    The spiritual idea of ??ink painting is both a "supplement" and a "plague".


    A ghost can be greatly nourished after eating, but after eating it, it will cause death disasters that will be destroyed and buried in other sneaky mouths.


    The ghosts all over the sky were fighting around this golden spiritual sense, roaring, gusts of cold wind, and howling ghosts and wolves cried and howled.


    And in the distance, some more terrifying auras are coming.


    It seems that some powerful evil spirits were also attracted by this wisp of spiritual consciousness.


    The old man in black robe had a severe pupil and he said hoarsely: "Run!"


    There are too many ghosts.


    If you don’t run away, everyone will die!


    Even if they are Jindan and top late-stage Jindan cultivators, they will definitely die in the hands of these invisible and unknown ghosts.


    Being invaded, polluted, devoured, alienated and died of death!


    No one dared to neglect, so he activated his body and began to run forward.


    In this way, the mist revealed a flaw and some strangers'' aura spread.


    Many ghosts were shocked suddenly, and their faces were ferocious, turning into shady winds, attacking everyone.


    The old man in black robe suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and then without thinking, he took out a skull of a monster and threw it into the sky.


    The skull exploded and turned into a pool of blood mist.


    These ghosts were attracted by the blood mist and were stopped for a moment.


    “Maoshan Talisman!”


    The old man in black robe said immediately.


    Mr. Xuan understood, turned to look at Master Hui Er''s eyes, and ordered in a strange tone:


    "Use the talisman!"


    Master Hui Er nodded dumbly and took out a bunch of Maoshan jade talismans from the storage bag regardless of whether it is true or false, and then detonated one by one.


    He was scattered by the Taoist heart and was confused, so he used all kinds of jade talismans without discernment.


    Most jade talismans have no effect at all.


    But there is another small part, after the explosion, it generates golden light and tiger shadows, mixed with mysterious seal scripts, which indeed blocked these sneaky moments.


    Taking advantage of this gap, the old man in black robe spat out another mouthful of blood and sprayed it on the mist cup. He used his own blood to activate the function of the treasure to the extreme, and transformed into a thicker fog, covering everyone.


    The ghost was lost for a moment.


    But after a moment of confusion, the next moment, they rushed towards everyone, and this time the offensive was even more crazier, and even in the distance, the aura of a powerful ghost came.


    It seems that the evil ghost is also eyeing everyone.


    The old man in black robe felt a stern heart and immediately understood.


    "Out of the lights!"


    Generally, monks will sacrifice some of their spiritual consciousness when they light a human lamp, which is considered a "toll".


    But the spiritual consciousness of ink painting is really too precious.


    This is equivalent to exposing gold, silver and jewelry when going out.


    The crime of possessing a treasure is not a "toll", but a "life-saving fee".


    Mr. Xuan immediately took off the golden hoop of the ink painting and dared not let the ink painting light the "human lamp" anymore.


    The golden smoke of divine thoughts disappeared.


    The evil spirits and ghosts in the sky were stunned and they became quiet, but for a moment, after a while, strong anger and roar followed.


    The "fat meat" that flowed into the mouth with the aura of **** flew away.


    Countless unjust ghosts were furious.


    They began to go crazy, twist, and change, and began to fight each other, flying all over the sky, biting everything indiscriminately.


    "These ghosts... are all crazy?"


    The old man in black robe took a breath, and then did not dare to slack off. He urged the mist cup with all his strength to cover everyone to run forward.


    But it was a little late after all.


    Some evil spirits and evil spirits have broken through the fog and started to bite everyone.


    Master Hui Er and Shi Tou were eroded the most by ghosts.


    The rest of the people were more or less exposed to a sneaky aura.


    The only exception is ink painting.


    Whether it is an unjust soul or a fierce ghost, rushing to Mo Hua, it is like meeting something terrible and dare not move at all.


    Therefore, among the ghosts dancing all over the sky, ink painting is the safest.


    And these are all changes at the level of evil spirits. The ink painting can be seen clearly, but others cannot.


    The old men in black robe just felt gloomy and cold around them, and a huge amount of pressure came.


    But they didn''t know that the evil ghost had bitten them and pulled out some "meat" from them.


    If they continue like this, no matter if they are the leader of the Demon Sect, their golden elixir cultivation will all die in this temple.


    But fortunately, it is not far from the edge of the dojo.


    This is their vitality.


    After a stick of incense, everyone walked out of the golden temple and escaped from the thousands of bronze men behind them, as well as countless ghosts and ghosts.


    The old man in black robe felt like he had survived the disaster.


    This is a feeling he has never experienced for many years.


    Behind him, the strong evil aura was like a dark cloud urging the city.


    Obviously, the riot has not stopped yet, and the stirred ghost swept across the entire temple like a storm, making people feel scared.


    The old man in black robe slowly turned his head and looked at the ink painting beside him, and a ridiculous feeling surged in his heart.


    "Who is this kid...the person?"


    "Why, his spiritual sense can cause such a large-scale riot of evil spirits..."


    "Can his divine thought be ''god meat''? Why is there such a huge temptation?"


    The old man in black robe had a shocked pupil and was a little unbelievable for a moment.


    But Mo Hua was like a wooden man, standing blankly, without any reaction, and even her eyes began to dimly, as if the origin of her spiritual consciousness was lost because of the light.


    “What a pity…”


    Seeing this, the old man in black robe sighed slightly and said silently in his heart, "The divine consciousness is of extraordinary talent. If he had not been planted by the Taoist heart, he would have been a good seedling for being the ''Great Witch''..."


    “It’s a pity that it’s all ruined…”


    The old man in black robe shook his head, then gathered his mind and said to everyone, "This place is not a place to stay for a long time, leave early."


    Mr. Xuan nodded. The feeling of being entangled with ghosts and being like a light on your back is really not pleasant.


    Everyone started to set out again, climbing along the golden steps, like dragon scales, step by step towards the magnificent temple located at the top.


    And after walking past the Gushan Temple, crossing the vast dark soul.


    This deepest part, the most magnificent, the most magnificent, and the most magnificent, and the temple of the gods on the top of the towers, was slowly exposed in front of everyone...


    …


    At the same time, outside the temple.


    Shen Shouxing, Xun Ziyou, the elders of the Shen family, as well as Master Gu, Fan Jin and others are working together to attack the gate of the temple.


    They wanted to break the door and rescue Mo Hua and Shen Qingsheng.


    As time goes by, the longer the temple is, the more dangerous the situation of the two men of Mo Hua is, and the possibility of survival is slim.


    Ink painting is not bad.


    Xun Ziyou was holding a jade pendant in his hand, at least he knew that the ink painting had no life at the moment.


    But Shen Qingsheng is different.


    In addition to Shen Shouxing, everyone knows that his son, in the final analysis, is a pampered waste. Without the protection of his family, he can do nothing, but he is still arrogant and arrogant.


    Now he is still in the hands of several cruel and cunning Jindan demon cultivators. If he does not go to save him, he will basically die.


    Therefore, Shen Shouxing was more anxious than anyone else.


    At the same time, a voice sounded in his heart:


    "This is your only son. If you die, you will be killed..."


    The four words "deprived of children and grandchildren" made Shen Shouxing inexplicably frightened.


    Therefore, he did everything he could to use all kinds of sword energy and magic weapons, trying to open the gate of the temple.


    But no matter how hard he tried, the gate of the temple did not move at all.


    Xun Ziyou also frowned.


    He didn''t say that Shen Shouxing was the real power elder of the Shen family, the peak of the Golden Pill, and was only one step away from the Feather Realm. With his cultivation methods, he could not even open the door...


    This temple is definitely extraordinary...


    “Ink painting…”


    Xun Ziyou''s brows frowned slightly.


    You may not believe it when you say it. He, a "bodyguard", may be more worried about his safety than Mo Hua himself.


    Xun Ziyou touched the Void Sword Order in his sleeve again, his eyes solemn.


    He kept pinching this sword order in his sleeve and did not dare to neglect it at all. If the jade pendant painted in ink shows signs of transformation into black, it must be crushed immediately and notified Mr. Xun.


    But judging from the current situation, even if Mr. Xun is notified, he may not be able to break the gate of the temple for a while.


    The crisis of life and death is often only in a moment. If you are blocked for a moment, you may be unable to save it.


    "what to do…"


    Xunziyou''s heart gradually became anxious.


    Not only Xun Ziyou, Fan Jin and Master Gu also looked worried.


    Ink painting is the benefactor of Gushan’s weapon refining business. Master Gu doesn’t want ink painting to be a problem.


    Ink painting is the "thigh" that Fan Jin finally climbed, and Fan Jin naturally didn''t want this thigh to disappear.


    What''s more, he is the Diansi of Gushan City. When something happened to the ink painting in Gushan, he would be somewhat implicated.


    But it is useless for them to be anxious. No matter what means they use, the golden temple gate is still unbreakable.


    It seems that this is a forbidden place for gods and no ordinary people are allowed to approach.


    Time passes by little by little, and everyone''s hearts are getting colder.


    I don’t know how long it took, when a ray of despair began to appear in everyone’s hearts, a **** light flashed.


    The gate of the temple suddenly trembled, and then slowly opened in front of everyone.


    Everyone was a little incredible for a moment.


    “Opened…”


    "Is it finally broken?"


    "But...how did it open?" Master Gu was a little puzzled. They showed no signs of breaking the formation or mechanism.


    Xun Ziyou frowned, he couldn''t figure it out.


    "The ink painting is inside. No matter what you say, you have to go in and take a look." Xunzi said leisurely.


    Master Gu nodded.


    On the other side, Shen Shouxing looked at Xun Ziyou and the others, his eyes flashed, showing a hint of ruthlessness, and then stepped into the gate of the temple.


    The Shen family''s golden elixir followed closely behind.


    Xun Ziyou and others no longer hesitated and also stepped into the temple.


    After everyone walked into the temple, the surroundings were silent for a moment.


    Suddenly, a rustling sound rang out, and a pale demon who had faded his skin, had a dead white complexion and had deformed facial features slowly walked out.


    It stared at the gate of the temple, then its mouth cracked, showing a **** smile, and then slowly walked into the temple.


    The pale and deformed figure disappeared into the door.


    After he left, blood flashed and the gate of the temple slowly closed, locking everyone inside.


    …


    Deep in the temple.


    After leaving for a while, the old man in black robe and his group finally arrived at the final hall.


    The hall is very large, the steps are very high, and the whole body is filled with dazzling gold.


    On both sides of the front of the hall, rows of huge statues stand.


    These statues are all human-shaped, but unlike the bronze men kneeling in front of the dojo, all of these bronze sculptures are tall and tall, with majestic faces. They either ride dragon horses, sit on dragon chaises, or hold dragon swords in their hands, looking down on the side.


    These bronze sculptures are condescending, as if they are above the temple, and thousands of miners who are slaves are kneeling down.


    "Dragon? These people... are the royal family of the Great Wilderness?"


    Mo Hua secretly guessed in her heart, but she was still dumb on the surface and did not dare to show any sound or color.


    When the commander of the Demon Sect saw these majestic and huge statues with "dragon pattern", his whole body trembled and his emotions fluctuated significantly.


    "Finally... I''m here..."


    The old man in black robe also sighed in an old voice, "My luck in the Great Wilderness finally has a turning point, the third prince..."


    The old man in black robe looked at the leader of the Demon Sect.


    The leader of the Demon Sect nodded, then took a big step towards the main entrance of the hall.


    The main entrance of the hall is closed, and there is a huge dragon head in front of the door, which suppresses the entire gate and also closes the deepest temple.


    Above the dragon head, there are many chains that spread outward and finally tied to the statues of every great royal family.


    These royal statues also guard the final door of the temple with amazing power.


    The leader of the Demon Sect cut his palm through, then put his arm into the mouth of the dragon head in front of the door.


    Blood dripped and fed it to the dragon.


    As if he had tasted the blood of the royal family, the dragon head trembled, his eyes slowly lit up, staring at the leader of the Demon Sect with his terrible majesty.


    At the same time, the statues of the surrounding royal family seemed to come alive, revealing murderous aura on their bodies.


    The leader of the Demon Sect had a firm look and knelt down slowly. His voice was heavy and gloomy, like a dragon''s roar, saying word by word:


    "My younger generation, Shen Tu Ao, the third son of the Great Wilderness Royal Family, pay homage to the ancestors and clans."


    "Now the royal family is declining, and the loneliness is drifting."


    "The Taoist court has no way, and the blood of the tribe members is cut off."


    "Apride, I beg my ancestors to suppress the dragon energy, open the imperial tomb, give me the dragon vein of the Great Wilderness, go against the heavens, change my destiny, revive the imperial career, and rule the three thousand mountains, and unify all the tribes of the Great Wilderness!"


    …


    When Mo Hua heard this, his heart trembled.


    "This leader of the Demon Sect is actually called ''Shentu Ao''. Is Shentu... the imperial surname of the Great Wilderness?"


    "He ruled the three thousand mountains, unified the tribes of the great desert, and revived the imperial career... What was his idea for this Shentu Ao?"


    "Did he... want to rebel?"


    "Also, the Great Wilderness Dragon Vein...what is it?"


    "Only he can rebel with this thing?"


    The more I listened to Mo Hua, the more shocked he became. If he hadn''t been proficient in the way of spiritual thoughts, deep mind, extraordinary concentration, and used to "acting" to deceive people, he would have been shocked at this time and had flaws on his face.


    Rebellion?


    Unify the Great Wilderness, revive the throne, and resist the Dao Court?


    This Shen Tu Ao is really brave and ambitious.


    Mo Hua never expected that this trip to Gushan tomb could even dig such a shocking secret.


    This was far beyond his expectations. Even if he broke his head, he would never have imagined...


    And just as the leader of the Demon Sect, that is, Shen Tu Ao, as the third prince of the Great Wilderness, finished speaking these words.


    The entire temple hall was slightly shaken.


    It seems that his bloodline, his ambition, and his ambition have awakened the ancestors and ancestors of the Great Wilderness clan who were enfeoffed in the depths of the underground palace and have been in decline for countless years.


    The deep dragon roars rang out, interlaced together.


    The ancestors of the Great Wilderness seemed to be responding to Shen Tu Ao''s ambitions.


    They spread their remaining dragon energy to the gate through the dragon binding rope, wisps and strands of the fierce dragon head.


    With a rebellious dragon roar, it sounded.


    The gate of the Great Wilderness Imperial Mausoleum slowly opened, and a fierce karma dragon aura came from the depths...


    (This chapter ends)